”The old stones under my feet, the open breadth...

         ”The old stones under my feet, the open breadth of the sanctuary, the over-rich scent of incense, the great lines of white candles flickering in a winter draught. It seems no time has passed at all since I was last here, a decade past.

           I had forgotten how palatial is that vast dome of a narthex and a church – like a hollow meadow found in the midst of a grove of ancient trees, reaching up towards heaven into murky depths where great beams are dimly glimpsed and the tiny patterings of a sparrow or a bat echo in the campaniles. My footfalls resound on the flagstones of this great cruciform hall.”

            — from the novel Sinful Folk

PHOTO FROM: hermitguides: Belgium, La Cathedrale Naturelle by Lars Van De Goor (via Paths)